Hundred and fifty four

Hundred and fifty four
Arnold's POV

A group of gangstars crossed me and everyone knew how it ends when people cross me.
They teamed up with one of my men to steal from me and today, I have taken them all out.
They were surprised when they saw my face be amuse they new why I was there. They knew what I was capable of and started shooting at me and my men. It was a shooting scene and I wasn't afraid of guns, I have been shot multiples time in different places yet I survived it. Their leader was the son of one of my grandfather's men who later betrayed him so that made him an enemy.
An enemy that shouldn't have lived longer. Uncovered something hidden during that moment.
When I shot Alfonso in the chest, he confessed something.
My father didn't kill my mother, my grandfather did and he ordered his father to do it.
I was a baby yet he did that to her. My father has always been soft and obeying. I guess that was his weakness, that was why my grandfather was able to control his life more than he was supposed to.
He made me his heir after killing my mother. He wasn't scared I would fight him with that because he thought he could control me like he did with my father.
He forced her to marry his son and when he found out she loved another he called her a traitor and ordered her assassination right in this mansion.
My whole body burned in anger, it was fucking good that he was dead because if he wasn't I might as well look him in the eyes and shoot him like he did to my mother.
Marco, Antonio, Nikolai and my father. Everyone e of them was there when Alfonso confessed everything. I looked at my father for , not for am explanation but the look on his face didn't lie.
My grandfather fucking did it. He was tbr same person who married Elizabeth to him, the same woman who have tried to kill me several times.
I thought it was family drama but now I get it. Elizabeth was the adopted daughter of the Otello family.
Her hatred did t have anything to do with me but my mother, the princess of the Otello family.
My father didn't open his mouth to say anything after I shot Alfonso right in tbr chest for the second time sending him to his maker.
The drive back was silent. My whole body burned in rage, anger and fury mixed together.
Growing up I believed it was my father who killed my mother.
I lost my mother when I was barely a boy, raised by my grandmother vin her caged.
Old memories pulled up in my head. Those times when I would wake up to see my grandfather drinking in the living room with a gun beside her, those times when he would ask me if a woman who betrayed her husband was worlth living. All those question were the thought of killing my grandmother.
The only reason he did t kill her was his love for her.
He fucking loved her and no matter how he resent her he couldn't point a gun at her even in her sleep.
And he ended up drinking in the night while I sits beside him.
His hatred towards Angelina had nothing to do with Cole's betrayal. It was just an excuse to execute her because he saw my mother and grandmother in her.
He saw that I loved her, he knew she was my weakness. Something he wished he didn't have in his life.
The thought of loosing her made my chest tightened in my chest. My eyes turning cold and my body stiffened in my seat.
The assassination from three years ago wasn't plane by Tobis, he only took the fall.
He used him to fucking eliminate her without my damn permission!
He used Tobis to kill Angelina. My eyes turned icey cold .
What if he had succeeded?
Why the fuck was I finding this out now? I was glad I didn't cry or feel any pain when he died. He didn't deserve it, the only person who cried at the burial was Katherine Wolfe.
I expected her to besides, he was the one who accepted her into the family when her father died.
Katherine was still a girl at that time and her mother would let her get close to the Wolfe family. My grandfather took the opportunity of his son's death to move the mother out of the way just to get custody of Katherine.
She looked like a lot like my grandmother who was my grandfather's weakness.
When we entered the mansion and heard what I heard. It made my heart settled in my chest, I felt a bit of both warmth and cold in my chest.
She fucking defended me in front of Elizabeth and even luctured her for speaking bad about me.
I didn't expect my father to say anything. Elizabeth was everything he wasn't, manipulative and cunning but she has forgotten who Boss Arnold was.
I wasn't called the Devil Of New York City for no reason.
I was glade I chose right. She would never resent me for being who I was, cruel, ruthless and cold hearted kill that I was fucking sure off.
I kissed her down to her chest wrapped my lips on her small pinky nipple. My hand grabbed her around the throat and I pound inside her with her legs wrapped around my waist.
She didn't struggle, she didn't get scared even though my fingers were wrapped around her throat. A single move t of my hand and she would be gone yet she laid calm beneath me taking my heavy monsterous thrust.
My dick grew hard inside her and then my sperms all flashed inside her. I looked up at her, her body was covered in red marks, cruel bruises left by me yet she looked at me as if I was her life.
Fuck!
I growled. I hurt her before I knew it. I shouldn't have come close to her in the first place." Are you feeling okay now?" She asked and I looked back into her eyes. Something in my chest grew silently as if proud of her.
She has fucking grown and have been well exposed to the world yet she was still as innocent as she was when I first took her to my mansion.
" Am a beast, Angelina." I looked down at her nipple which was swallen.